Chapter 258: Stood Up

Qianjie has never fought a battle so constrained!

Despite possessing the power to scorch mountains and boil seas, he can't even graze the opponent's hem, forced to take hits passively, like a clumsy Sandbag!

Those damned Golden Threads are everywhere, giving him a nauseating feeling of being seen through and his actions predicted.

"Roar—!!!"

The furious roar shakes the beach!

Qianjie can no longer endure!

Some boundary within his body is completely shattered by this endless oppression and rage!

Boom—!!!

Centered on Qianjie, dark‑red Flame shoots skyward, no longer expanding outward but collapsing inward madly!

The leaden clouds in the sky are dyed an ominous crimson, as if the heavens weep blood!

The sea below boils violently, steam shrouding the sky and sun!

Qianjie's form undergoes a dramatic change within the Flame!

Half of his body is covered by deeper, lava‑like flowing dark‑red crystals, and the non‑human aura surges like a tangible tsunami!

His Health Bar plummets instantly to about the last third, and its color turns an even more glaring, as‑if‑burning dark‑red!

【Artificial Collapse】—the posture of annihilation manifests here!

"Now it finally looks like something..."

Qianjie's voice deepens to a hoarse rasp, filled with non‑human brutality, "Now... get over here!!!"

The moment the last word fell, he vanished.

He instantly appeared right in front of A Ge Lai Ya's wheelchair!

The giant fist, burning with dark‑red crystals, bearing the force of a collapsing star, thunders down!

Where the fist sweeps, even the ubiquitous Golden Threads begin to snap and burn!

This punch—fast! accurate! ruthless!

It surpasses the speed ceiling of all previous attacks!

However, just as the fist is about to touch A Ge Lai Ya's forehead in a Shana—

Clatter!

Golden Threads, ten times denser than before, like living tentacles, surge madly from the void, from the sand, even from the boiling sea, layering upon layer, endlessly winding around Qianjie's arms, torso, and legs!

These Golden Threads are no longer mere sensory tools; they now contain a powerful binding, tightening madly, emitting a teeth‑aching screech, trying to stop this world‑shattering punch!

A Ge Lai Ya's figure, the moment the Golden Threads entangle Qianjie, fades again like a phantom.

Qianjie's fist finally slams hard onto the empty sand.

Rumble—!!!

An explosion more terrifying than any before erupts!

A gigantic lava pit over fifty meters in diameter forms instantly, crimson magma spews out, mixed with vaporized sand and stone shooting toward the sky!

The entire beach quakes violently, as if it could collapse at any moment!

Smoke and steam billow.

Qianjie slowly rises from the center of the lava pit, still wrapped in countless broken, burning remnants of Golden Thread fragments.

He looks toward not far away.

There, A Ge Lai Ya stands quietly.

The wheelchair beneath her has vanished.

She still wears that pale‑golden long dress, standing on the charred sand, and somehow now holds a silver single‑handed sword similar in style to Yi Jiang's but longer and more archaic.

The headless Yi Jiang hovers quietly just behind her, the single‑handed sword angled toward the ground.

One person, one Yi Jiang, and Qianjie, whose half‑body has become dark‑red crystal like a flame demon crawling from hellish lava, stand opposite each other across a wasteland of lava pit and boiling sea.

The gale howls, whipping up scorching currents and ash.

The Le Tu Hall's barrage zone is silent now, as if everyone has been stunned by the ever‑changing battle and forgotten how to type.

Only after a few seconds does a trembling barrage drift across:

【Pado Felice:... Jie, Jie Ge... can... can still fight? The other side... stood up...】

Dongmu City·Port Warehouse District

The midnight port is shrouded in thick fog and darkness, only scattered streetlights blur into amber halos in the mist.

Mountains of containers loom like the skeletons of steel beasts, casting massive shadows.

At the edge of a relatively open clearing, Ailisi Feier watches anxiously ahead.

She wears a pristine winter coat, her silver‑white hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, and her bright red eyes are full of worry.

Blocking her is a tall, heroic young female knight.

Artoria Pendragon—Servant of the Saber class in the current world.

She dons blue‑base, silver‑patterned knight armor, a golden tuft stubbornly standing in the night wind, her emerald eyes like the sharpest jade, locked onto the opponent ahead.

She grips an invisible sword with both hands, its presence shown only by the distortion of air caused by gathered magic.

Opposite her, about twenty steps away, stands an equally magnificent male Servant.

Diermde Audina—Lancer.

He wears light deep‑blue armor, wielding a long and a short magical spear; the long spear 'Red Rose of Demolition' has its tip lowered, while the short spear 'Yellow Rose of Certain Destruction' is hidden at his side.

His handsome face bears a warrior's focus and a hint of solemnity.

The air is taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

"Truly admirable swordsmanship and spear technique, Saber, Lancer."

Ailisi Feier praised softly, but her worry did not lessen, "Please be very careful……"

"Rest assured, Ailisi Feier."

Saber's voice was clear and firm, their gaze never leaving Lancer, "This is an opponent worthy of respect. I will achieve victory."

Lancer, upon hearing this, curled the corners of their mouth into a bitter yet composed smile: "To receive the praise of the Knight King is an honor for me, Di Er Mu De. However, the lord's command cannot be defied…… Tonight, there will be only one battle."

Before the words had finished, the two almost moved simultaneously!

Saber stepped forward, their form like a sword drawn from its sheath, tearing through the air and charging upward!

The invisible holy sword sliced through the night, carrying a majestic and righteous pressure as it slashed toward Lancer!

Lancer showed no weakness, the long spear "Demon‑Breaking Red Rose" like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea, precisely pointing at the weak point in Saber's swordsmanship, while the short spear "Inevitable Destruction Yellow Rose" lay hidden in the shadow of the long spear, waiting to strike!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clash of metal rang out in the spacious dock, sparks flying everywhere!

Their figures moved so fast they almost became two intertwining shafts of light; each collision of sword and spear stirred up violent gusts, lifting dust and gravel from the ground!

Just as the battle grew ever fiercer——

"Wahahahahaha——!!!"

A burst of heroic, nearly arrogant laughter came down from the heavens!

Accompanied by a thunder‑like roar, an ancient war chariot pulled by two muscular Divine Oxen, trailing purple lightning, descended like a meteor from the top of the container stacks, its target aimed straight at the battling Saber and Lancer!

"You idiot!!!! Who let you come charging like this!!!!"

On the chariot, a thin, small‑built youth in ordinary clothes clung desperately to the edge, his face deathly pale as he shouted at the hulking red‑haired giant before him.

"Hahaha! Kid, this is what a grand entrance is!"

The chariot‑driver, the burly man——Rider, the Conqueror King Iskandar——laughed without concern, even back‑handing Webster with a palm‑sized slap on the back.

"Urk——!" Webster nearly had the breath knocked out of him, feeling his five viscera and six bowels shift.

Boom—!